Well, it wouldn't be if Donna could help it.She pulled herself up and went into the bathroom to wash the tears from her face. Her mind worked rapidly,...trying to come up with something that would humiliate her mother beyond repair. She turned off the running water just in time to hear her father's truck arriving home.Like a light flipping on in her head, Donna figured out her plan.It was a twisted, disturbing idea, but it was just the sort of thing that could put her over her mother for good.. Who was laughing now? For starters you were on a paid trip to San Juan, Puerto Rico a beautiful island in the Caribbean. Most importantly though, you were interacting with five stunning supermodels on a day to day, even minute to minute basis. Being the make-up guy, one of the few on the trip, you had to make sure they looked perfect before and during the shoot. If that meant running over to fix some powder while she covered her bare breast, well then so be it. Each job had its hardships. Made her feel very grown up, and she liked feeling grown up. She liked going to school, and walking down the halls, looking at girls she knew and wondering "What would Darcy say if she knew I sucked my daddy's sperm?" She liked looking at boys like the very popular Jerry Wikins and wondering what he'd do if she offered to suck his penis. Not that she would ever tell anybody about what she and her father did. She did make that connection. Nor would she actually offer to fellate Jerry. She also. This time I moan louder and Mr. Miller does this again for six or seven times. “Wait, I want to hear your heartbeat”, he orders and fetches his stethoscope. He puts it on my heart and waits for a bit to let my heartbeat normalize. Then again, he inserts his finger into my anus and let it slide in and out. “Aaaahh”, I moan, feeling a deep excitement entering my whole body. “Yes, your body reacts very sensitive”, he remarks. To my frustration he pulls out his finger. But I hear him say: “Let’s.